Thank You

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]

I used to stay up late and debate

Now I'm up late counting this cake

This shit a feeling but I'm tripping cause

I ain't really happy as I'm supposed to be

It's getting hard cause I been losing people close to me

I'm just the young hustler, I'm learning how to cope early

And I can see a death trap even if it's perdy

A lot of bitches be dirty so they just don't deserve me

Watch her hind move because I'm seeing that this life can murk me

I watched Biggie, I watched Pac, I watched Pimp C

And you get driven the sipping when you get in deep

Out here living for these niggas, it's so fucking silly

Hating when you sitting in front of God like you, DJ Envy

I had Breakfast Club meetings with my brother Rickie

And if you think he tried to change me, you fucking crazy

If an album went wrong, I did it on my own

Many people thought Rockie was a stepping stone

Lot of parts in my life, I had to roll a dice

But I learnt from my mistakes, I woulda did it twice

Now them diamonds in my bezel shining like the city lights

The 36 flow is just a nigga city view

And Balmain and bape on me, this ain't nothing new

But I ain't trippin' cause it don't make me better than you

Yeah, I'm blessed with pussy niggas, I got 'em reviewed

My 100s Blue Devil on me like I play for Duke

"I never had a chance", that's just an excuse

Got my dreams, hit the stars, I'm turning them loose

So funny, had these fuckboys switched on me

They like "Damn, lil' Rockie got rich, homie"

Now I'm smoked out with these two chicks on me

He like pears so I passed it to the big homie

Talking 'bout money, we don't play about it

Talking 'bout some drama, I can stay without it

But you know it all comes with the fame

They say you only get remembered when you got a name

7 others died with Aaliyah on the plane

I don't know nobody else, should them niggas feel the shame

Said I had a fear of flying, if I can't save hip-hop

Can I least save a young nigga from dying?

Save a mother from crying 'less it's tears of joy

Tell a father he's supposed to be there for his girl and his boy

Staying on a hustle with all of the right reasons

To give the right gifts on holiday season

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Secrets come for free if you wanna know

But homies know I'm on the low, fucking and busting a hoe

In the ghetto in our pockets all we had was dreams

If I'm given any chance, I'mma shoot a three

From the bleachers, know my daddy rooting up in Heaven

Niggas jealous, they can't imagine how much you stressing

Homie looking at me [?] stepping out of cars

Model chick, she from New York, you should look at her

Stepping in a nigga way that's donkey of the day

Down to do a nigga dirty, put him in his place

And regardless of my ways, I would tend to pray

Ask them niggas that you praise, do they have a faith?

Air Condition for niggas who's under one condition

Hurt home, your mother gone but she a Christian

Sort of a football star,  his father never visited

But who am I? Another rapper holding on his pistol

Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle

Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle